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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.