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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.