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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.