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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.