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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.