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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.