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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.