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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Index,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
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.