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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.