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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.