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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Wake to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.