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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.