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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Scientists,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.