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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.