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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ronan to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.