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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.