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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.