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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.