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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.