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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
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.