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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.