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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Can,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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.