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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
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.