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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant 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 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 a guitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.