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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Crime,
Can,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.