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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.