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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.