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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.