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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Flipper,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.