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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
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.