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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
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.