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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
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.