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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Whodini,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.