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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Technova,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.