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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.