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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.