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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Joey Negro 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.