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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.