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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.