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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pole to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
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.