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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Pole,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.