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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.