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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Organ,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.