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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.