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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Fear,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
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.