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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.