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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
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.