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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
cv313,
AZ,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.