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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
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.