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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.