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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.