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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Unwound,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.