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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
MC5,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Swans,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.