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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
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.