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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.