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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.