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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
UT,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.