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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.