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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
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.