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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.