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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.