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 Jordan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.