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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
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.