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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.