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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Scion,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.