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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.