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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
MC5,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.