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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.