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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.