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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.