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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.