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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Visage,
ABC,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.