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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
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.