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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.