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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.