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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.