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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.