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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Slave,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.