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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '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 Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.