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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee 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 crunk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.