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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Index,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.