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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.