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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.