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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.