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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Technova,
The Slits,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.