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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.