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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bar-Kays to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.