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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.