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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Japan,
June of 44,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.