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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
JFA,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.