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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.