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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Crime,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
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.