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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Fear,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
10cc,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.