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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.