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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
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.