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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
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.