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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.