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 Mauritania 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
PIL,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.