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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
June Days,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.