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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Visage,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
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.