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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Smog,
The Gories,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.