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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.