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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
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.