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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
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.