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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.