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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.