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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.