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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
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.