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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.