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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.