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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
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.