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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.