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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.