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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.