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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.