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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Can,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.