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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.