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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Television,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.