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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.