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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.