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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.