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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
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.