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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.