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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.