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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.