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 Congo and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Martian,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.