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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.