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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.