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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
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.