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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 X-102 to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
JFA,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.