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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.