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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.