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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Gong,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.