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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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?
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Television,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.