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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.