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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.