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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.