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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 808 and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.