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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Slave,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.