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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
JFA,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.