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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.