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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.