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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a guitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.