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 Indonesia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Alphaville to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.