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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.