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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.