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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
JFA,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.