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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.