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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.