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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.