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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Five Americans to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Suicide,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.