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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
The Names,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.