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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.