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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.