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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.