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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.