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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.