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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.