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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.