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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.