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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.