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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Scion,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Darondo,
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.