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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.