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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.