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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.