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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.