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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.