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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.