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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.