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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.