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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Angels of Light to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
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.