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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.