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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.