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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.