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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a snare 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.