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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.