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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.