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 India and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.