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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.