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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Hashim,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.