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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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.