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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.