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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Crime,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.