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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.