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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
PIL,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.