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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.