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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The Move,
Swans,
The Victims,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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.