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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.