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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.