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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Brick,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Rekid,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.