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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Crime,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
10cc,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.