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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.