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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minutemen 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
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.