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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.