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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.