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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.