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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.