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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.