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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.