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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Residents,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.