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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
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.