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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.