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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.