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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.