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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.