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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.