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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Can,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.