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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.