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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.