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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.