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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.