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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.