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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.