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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.