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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.