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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.