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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Taipei and Glasgow.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
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.