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 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.