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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 ABC to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.