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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magma to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.