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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
DNA,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.