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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.