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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Gong,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.