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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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.