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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Martian 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Slave,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.