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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
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.