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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.