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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.