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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Make Up to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.