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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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?
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
cv313,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.