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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.