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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
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.