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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
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.