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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
the Human League,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.