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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Roxette,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.