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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.