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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.