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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.