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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.