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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.