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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.