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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.