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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.