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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.