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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.