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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.