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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Move to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.