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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.