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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.