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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.