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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.