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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 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?
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
PIL,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Television,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.