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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Organ,
the Germs,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.