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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.