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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.