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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.