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 India and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 clarinet 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.