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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.