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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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.