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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.