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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
EPMD,
Visage,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.