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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.