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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.