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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Swans,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.