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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Houston.
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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Television,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.