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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.