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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.