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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.