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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Erasure,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.