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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
DNA,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.