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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.