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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.