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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
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.