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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.