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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.