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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.