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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.