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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.