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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.