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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Echospace,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Gong,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.