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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.