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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.