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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
New Order,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.