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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.