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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.