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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Fear,
Swans,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.