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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
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.