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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.