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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.