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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Pole,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
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.