This officially replaces LCD Soundsystem's "Losing My Edge" as dance music's best sardonic critique. Why? The poetess Jemeni deadpans, "I'm done with dating rappers, MCs, DJs, producers/I'm looking for a real nice Rogers Cable guy who thinks a Technic is a way to way to make love to me." And "No, I don't want to hang out with the other DJ-girlfriends/they're adapters/automatic after-performance clappers/Preparation H for swollen-ego asshole rappers." Case closed.