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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.