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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
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.