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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.