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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.