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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.