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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.