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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.