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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.