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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 a-ha to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.