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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.