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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.