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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.