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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.