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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.