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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.