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 Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Subhumans,
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.