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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.