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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
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.