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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
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.