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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.