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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
JFA,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.