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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.