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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ludus 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 dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.