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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.