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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
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.