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 Indonesia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.