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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.