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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Lalann,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.