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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Magma,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Swans,
DNA,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.