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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.