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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.