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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
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.