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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.