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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Ludus,
JFA,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.