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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.