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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.