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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.