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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.