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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.