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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.