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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
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.