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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Slave,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.