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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.