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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
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.