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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
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.