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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.