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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.