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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
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.