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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.