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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.