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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.