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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.