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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Organ,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.