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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.