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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Wings,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.