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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.