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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.