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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.