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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.