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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.