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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.