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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.