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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.