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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.