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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.