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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.