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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.