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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
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.