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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.