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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.