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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 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?
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Aswad,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.