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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.