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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.