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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.