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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Rapeman,
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.