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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.