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 Uzbekistan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.