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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Gong,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
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.