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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
cv313,
JFA,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.