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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Can,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
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.