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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.