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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.