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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
AZ,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.