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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.