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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pole,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.