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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.