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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.