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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.