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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.