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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
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.