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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.