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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.