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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.