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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.