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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.