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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.