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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.