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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 a güiro and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.