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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Q65,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.