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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.