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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.