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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.