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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.