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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.