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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Smog,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.