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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.