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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
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.