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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.