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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.