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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Unwound,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.