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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.