Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Swans,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.