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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Television,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Pole,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
X-101,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.