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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.