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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
PIL,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.