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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Wings,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.