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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.