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 Azerbaijan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
MDC,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Niagra,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
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.