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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Human League,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.