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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.