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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.