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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.