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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
the Association,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.