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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
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.