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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 808 and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Monks,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.