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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.