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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 guitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.