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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.