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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.