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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Pole,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
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.