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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.