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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 linndrum and an organ 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
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.