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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.