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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Organ,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.