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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.