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 France and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
10cc,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.