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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
The Litter,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.