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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.