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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.