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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Smog,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.