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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
UT,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
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.