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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.