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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.