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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.