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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.