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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Gang Green 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.