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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.