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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
X-102,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.