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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nas to the rap 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.