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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.