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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Nico,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.