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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
The Index,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.