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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
X-102,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.