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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.