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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
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.