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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.