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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.