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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Television,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Lyres,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
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.