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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Smog,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.