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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.