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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
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.