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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
ABC,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.