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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
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.