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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
UT,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Moebius,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
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.