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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
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.