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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.