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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
The Techniques,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.