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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.