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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.