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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.