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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.