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 Kazakhstan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Delhi and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.