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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skaos 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.