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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.