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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.