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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.