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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.