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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
PIL,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.