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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Hashim,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.