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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.