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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
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.