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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.