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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.