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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.