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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.