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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
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.