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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.