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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.