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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.