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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Television,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.