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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
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.