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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Can,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.