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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
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.