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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.