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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
MDC,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.