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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.