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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
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 United States of America,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.