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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Ludus,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.