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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Index,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.