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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.