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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.