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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Music Machine to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
John Cale,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
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.