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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Japan,
Cluster,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
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.