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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Cheater Slicks 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.