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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.