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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.