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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
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.