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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.