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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.