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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.