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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.