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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.