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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
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.