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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.