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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.