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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pole to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.