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 Rwanda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Rakim,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.