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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.