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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.