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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
the Association,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
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.