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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.